Don't think for a second that a few days without writing means I have any less sensation roiling beneath my skin. A few days of absence just allows this fervor to build. These wishes and desires bind me so completely; only a short wait hinders my inevitable spill across these pages.
Yes, I will again make my craving for you visible and plain. Yes, I will again tell you pretty stories, again create images for you to return to when you need them. Please keep reading.
...but spilling here brings no relief. I still miss your smile, your energy. I still miss your lips. I still have visions of your naked skin dancing in my head. I still run my fingertips over my lips and remember you biting, teasing. Damn, I just want to kiss you.